Do You Ever Think About Me?

Do you ever think about me?

Your image is burned into my soul
a part of me
Alone, at night, I hear your voice
a soft, deep rumble
to soothe my darkest fears
Your touch haunts me
remembering the pleasure in your arms
until I hunger again for the taste of you

Aye, I think of you
but
tell me, love...

Do you ever think about me?



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